I really didn’t have a choice to give her up. She was like part of the family and has been with me through so much. Her name was Harley. The day I left her there, after the tow truck dropped her off, I never saw her again. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.
Is it possible, to actually love a car that much? I still feel sadden to know that she is gone forever. It was unexpected and there was nothing I could do. She was tired and her motor had given out.
On Monday after work, I headed to the car dealership knowing she was parked in back. I thought it would be kind of silly to ask to see her. So I just looked around for another car and felt bad that I knew she was there and I didn’t even go see her. I went ahead and bought a new car and traded her in. I have to say it will take me a long time to get used my new car as I continue thinking about what will become of her.